Author: John Frank Trent

I am living with Stage 4 lung cancer that has spread to my brain. These are my thoughts. It is a combination of serious articles and more light hearted stuff (like my ridiculous poems). Early articles are a bit heavy, but hopefully it becomes a little more light hearted! This is not a self help site there will be no advice on cancer related matters just my thoughts. Just for the record my name is Iain Trent, I am using the Blog name of John Frank because they are the names of my Grandads. I did not want this blog to jump up to anyone who searched for me so it is a way of providing some limited anonymity hopefully without being a catfish.

Shepherd’s Delight

Shepherd's delight what the heck
A sunset blazing on the deck
What a thrill,
to see the sky,
Not the famously soggy pie

With the pie you dive on in
To  the finest mutton shin!
Tough and chewy it may be
Take a bite, then wait and see

Not that bad with chili sauce
You'll need plenty of it,
of course.

Selfish

If I had wish
I wouldn’t use it
For the fear
That I would abuse it

I’d pretend to wish for others
Perhaps my brilliant and wonderful brothers

But truth be said
I’d wish for me instead

Selfish to the end,
It drives me round the bloody bend

I can’t be what I ought to be

And that’s because of the devil in me.

John Frank Trent 20/7/25

The Dark

Don't leave us here in the dark
I can hear him,
I can hear the Lark.

Wicked intentions has he
Now he's in the money tree.

Share it round with all his friends
He always meant to make amends,
for all the bad that we have done
Mostly in the name of fun!

But money alone cant fix the heart
Of one denied a proper start

Unlike Pixie,
Who's bad right through,
The Lark 's more like wearing an odd shoe,
No intent to hurt or maim
Yet still it does it just the same.

A crash a sound, the Pixies found,
A shout, a squeal no time to heal

The Pixies wail …"it's not fair",
"We didn't mean that we don't care."

"The truth is we're banged to rights, For all those mischievous and wicked nights."

Don't shed a tear for the gang, the Judge will see to it they hang.

Boring

Boring

There's nothing more boring than a cancer post
Perhaps there is if you include the Host
Center of the Universe 
'look at me'
The cancer fairy on the cancer tree

I must be special
Oh no I'm not
It's only cancer that I've got

So Cheery Up and stop your wallowing
If you do, you may attract a following!

John Frank Trent 30/6/25

Cancer is not a dirty word

Cancer is not a dirty word
Despite what you may have heard
It cant be caught by words alone
Or you’d catch it on the phone?

So say it loud and say it clear
To chase away the fear
Whats the worst that it could do?
Look at me and i will show you.

Your futures gone, oh no its not
Lets face it  you’ve not been shot
Plenty of time to say goodbyes
So don’t fall for all the lies

Laugh and cry, with those you love
This shouldn’t need a shove
They need your help, what can you do?
Smile and tell them “I love you!
“

John Frank Trent 27/06/25

A Dangersouly Clever Man

A clever man on the other side of the universe
Has uncovered a deep and worrying curse
He crunched the numbers and pulled the levers
Choosing to ignore the Divas

They crowed, they bleated
He must surely must be defeated
For the result he found, in his log
Was the Universe is simply fog

And now he believes
We don’t exist
Wouldn’t that be an awful twist
If he is right what should we do,
The answer to this I will leave to you!

John Frank Trent 18/6/25

The NHS has lost the recipe to toast

The NHS has lost the recipe to toast
And what worries me about this the most
Is it really is a simple thing
To toast the bread and make it sing

Firm and crunchy it should be
But no … soft and floppy is what we see
The ice cold butter just won’t spread
It snags and rips and tears the bread

And when it comes to cut in half
It goes well beyond a laugh
The knife is as blunt as a spoon
No way through that crust soon

John Frank Trent 01/06/25